That night in the dusk, the Fenian farmer brought a sack of potatoes and a quart of fresh milk and the spark of life was prolonged.
"My Lady of the Chimney Corner"
Alexander Irvine
You may lose a quart of blood in a minute, but it takes weeks to get it again, and Harry King found his friend was right.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine